I woke up after my talk with Tat watching me in a room for recovering patients, and, day one, all I could do was sit up in bed. By day four, I could stand without screaming. By day five, I was walking with a limp and a lot of swearing. Tat stayed with me the whole time, only leaving when Morrigan forced her to attend classes. I could tell she didn’t want to go, but I also knew the academy didn’t care how close we were. I wasn’t her real sister. She wasn’t my nurse. And rules were rules.

On the sixth day, someone knocked.

At first, I thought it was just a healer or maybe Professor Morrigan again, coming to check on my magical stability, whatever that meant, but the knock was sharp. Intentional. Like it wasn’t a request. More like a warning.

The door creaked open before I even managed to sit up all the way.

Two girls entered, both dressed in academy uniforms too clean to belong to any real student. They had the same smug, over-practiced look as the castle brats. One of them I vaguely recognized, Marla something. The other I didn’t, but she had that same “I-bathe-in-perfume-and-money” vibe that made me instinctively want to roll my eyes.

“Lily Meslini,” Marla said, like she was reading my name off a scroll. “Her Highness has requested your presence.”

“Her Highness?” I said, voice dry as old bread. “You mean the dragon disguised as a cheerleader?”

The unnamed girl didn’t laugh. Marla did barely. “Come on,” she said, gesturing toward the hallway. “She’s been generous letting you recover this long.”

“Wow, how merciful,” I muttered, swinging my legs off the bed. My knees buckled immediately. They didn’t even move to help.

“You can walk,” the no-name one said with a sneer. “Or crawl. She won’t care which.”

I caught myself against the edge of the bed and bit down on the pain crawling up my side. I wasn’t ready. But I didn’t want Tat finding out I said no. And more importantly, I needed to see her. Alara. I needed to know why my powers didn’t work. And how I could get my revenge.

So I stood. Walked. One foot in front of the other.

The two guards flanked me as we made our way across campus, like I was some prisoner being led to trial. Which, yeah, I guess I kind of was. Except this wasn’t a courtroom, it was Alara’s private dorm, guarded by magic wards and kissed by entitlement.

The Inside was obnoxious. Velvet drapes. Marble floor tiles. Gold accents on everything. Even the fucking door handles looked expensive. Alara was lounging on a couch near the fire, her blonde curls draped over one shoulder like she was posing for a painting. Her legs were crossed, one hand propping up her head while the other casually swirled fire above her palm.

And when she saw me, her smile could’ve sliced a throat.

“Well, well,” she said, the flame flickering out. “Look who rose from the ashes.”

I wanted to spit. I wanted to tell her to shove it. Instead, I bowed my head. Not deeply. Just enough.

“Your Highness,” I said flatly.

“Oh, don’t be shy. You can speak plainly now. That’s what servants do, after all.” Her voice dripped with amusement, and I swear to god I saw her eyes flicker with delight when she said the word ‘servants.’

“What do you want me to do?” I asked, trying not to show the tremble in my hands.

She stood and walked over, close enough that I could feel her heat, not magical, just her. She tilted my chin up with a single finger, and I flinched, instinctively trying to pull away. But I didn’t.

Her touch burned a little. Not painfully. Not yet. Just enough to remind me who she was.

“I want you to start by scrubbing my boots,” she said, voice light. “They got scuffed during your little tantrum. Then you’ll clean the room. After that, the lavatory. And once that’s done, I’ll let you bring me dinner from the hall. Oh, and make sure it’s hot. I don’t like lukewarm stew.”

She dropped her hand and walked away like I didn’t even exist anymore.

I stayed there, heart pounding, anger and humiliation threatening to explode. But I held it in. Because I needed something. I needed to know.

As I knelt at her feet, grabbing a rag from the bucket one of her girls handed me, I pressed my fingers against her boot. Let them linger. Just a moment.

“Obey,” I whispered in my head.

Nothing.

I tried again, harder this time. I touched the exposed skin of her calf. I poured my will into the command. “Obey me. Feel my power. Submit.”

Nothing.

No haze. No resistance. No pushback. It was like I didn’t even exist to her magic. My Words of Power might as well have been words of ‘please.’

I looked up, and she was staring at me. Not amused this time. Not smug. Curious.

“Trying something?” she asked, tilting her head.

I froze. She knew.

“No,” I lied.

She crouched, fire dancing across her knuckles. “Good. Because if you ever try to use your little ‘dark magic’ tricks on me again…” She leaned in, lips near my ear, and whispered, “I’ll make sure you know what real pain feels like.”

She stood. Smiled again. “Now keep cleaning.”

And I did.

Not because I wanted to. But because I had to know why she was untouchable. Because that immunity? That was power. And I needed it.

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By the time I got back to Alara’s tower from the kitchen, my arms were still aching from the lunch dishes. It wasn’t like they gave me an actual list of things to do, but the two girls, maids? Assistants? Whatever, they were just giving me that look, and I understood. I wasn’t here as a guest. I was a fixture now. Something to polish the silver and sweep the rug and not make eye contact unless spoken to. I have spent the last 2 nights on the floor by Jessica’s bed. I know.

Alara wants to break me in before I can attend classes or see Tat. Im not sure what she will do if I refuse to be obedient. But she keeps threatening me with more burn marks. Even though most of my wounds have healed by now. There is a patch of red on my cheek and arm. They don’t seem to be going away. So much for perfect skin.

The work was fast-paced and relentless, which was fine. I needed the distraction. Scrubbing floors and dusting antique shelves full of heirlooms kept my hands busy while my head kept replaying the duel. The feeling of my magic failing. The fire. The way she said “slave.”

I moved like a ghost from room to room, mostly unnoticed. And yes, you heard that right, her and Jessica's dorm is two rooms with a door between. I have no clue why Alara was so mad about “sharing” with Tat. I caught sight of Jessica once or twice, quiet as ever. She was sitting near the window, cross-legged on a velvet cushion, sketching in a little book. She’d glance up every so often when Alara’s voice echoed from another room, but she never said a word to me. We weren’t enemies, but we weren’t friends either anymore. I wasn’t sure what we were.

Somewhere in the process of dusting what had to be the tenth bookshelf, I started noticing the photos. Or portraits, I guess. Painted and framed in gold, but weirdly personal. One was of Alara, younger, maybe ten, grinning awkwardly with a missing tooth beside a much older boy in a red uniform. His dark hair was cropped short, and his posture was perfect…military, probably. He had a hand resting protectively on her shoulder, and despite her usual disdainful smirk, there was something soft in her expression. Warm, even. Like she adored him.

Probably the eldest, right? By the looks of her smiles and the many photos of him, Her real role model.

There were more of him, him teaching her to ride a horse, him giving her a sword that looked way too big for her tiny arms. And the weirdest one? A sketch tucked behind some books of Arthur, standing between her and Idris, the twins scowling at each other while he laughed like he knew they’d be fighting forever.

That one made me pause.

I pulled it out gently, brushing dust off the corner. My fingers trailed along the edge of the paper. Who kept these out but hidden?

“What do you think you’re doing?” Alara’s voice cut through the silence like a whip, and I flinched so hard I nearly dropped the sketch.

She was standing behind me, arms crossed, expression thunderous.

“I wasn’t—” I stammered, heart racing. “I was just cleaning. It slipped out of the shelf.”

“That’s not a cleaning rag,” she snapped, snatching the sketch from my hand. She cradled it for a second longer than necessary, her eyes flicking over the image before she shoved it back onto the shelf. “Don’t touch my things. Especially not that.”

I swallowed, nodding quickly, but she wasn’t done.

“That book,” she said, pointing to the leather-bound grimoire I’d stacked carefully next to the portrait, “was a gift from Arthur. He taught me my first incantation out of it. I was six.”

There was a breath…one second where her tone wasn’t cruel. It was just… tired.

“I’m not like Idris,” she said, turning away from me and brushing imaginary dust from her dress. “He plays at royalty. Arthur…he’s what we’re supposed to be. He carries ten generations of lineage like it’s light as a feather. I’m just the spare. The twin. The one they trained to be a backup in case Arthur, Damian, Lucian, Calavry, and Idris all die. Then I can be queen, That’s the only reason I was born. The way it is going, since there is no war, I will most likely be promised off to another kingdom as a concubine if I’m not lucky to be the main wife.”

My mouth opened. Nothing came out. She didn’t give me time to speak anyway.

“Get back to work,” she said, voice clipped again. The walls to her heart slammed shut behind her words.

And just like that, Alara, human for the briefest second, vanished behind the perfect porcelain mask.

I was dismissed by sundown.

As I trudged to the dining hall, everything felt heavier: my limbs, my thoughts, my soul. The buzz of students in the cafeteria hit me like a wave the second I walked in. Too loud, too bright, too alive. But then I heard it, “Lily!”

Tat.

She was weaving through tables like a woman on a mission, her hair slightly tousled, eyes sharp and worried. She grabbed my hand like I was about to vanish and dragged me to the quiet corner near the vending barrels.

“Where the hell have you been? You didn’t come find me when you got released. It's been 2 days, I thought you disappeared! I thought—” her voice cracked, then steadied. “I thought something happened.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmured, sitting across from her. “Two girls showed up. Told me Alara was waiting. I didn’t want to risk anything… I had to go. Then she said she wouldn’t let me go back to my dorm till today, I slept on the ground like a dog.”

Tat frowned, her gaze scanning my face like she was checking for bruises. “What the fuck? That Bitch! What else did she do to you?”

“Not much else she’s… making me clean. Serve her tea. Fold her laundry.” I stared into the table, tracing a grain with my nail. “But I need to know why my powers don’t work on her. They work on everyone else. I touched her nothing. Not a flicker. That’s not normal.”

Tat sat back, arms crossed. “So you’re going to let her treat you like a slave just to study her?”

“For now.”

Her lips pressed into a line, but she didn’t argue. Not yet. “At least let me walk you to class tomorrow.”

I nodded. “Yeah. We’ll talk more after dinner.”

“You’re not alone in this,” she said firmly, reaching across the table and grabbing my hand. “Even if it feels like it.”

I wanted to believe that. Gods, I really did.

But the thing was, I wasn’t just lost.

I was starting to wonder if I was broken. I feel so… empty.

Tat walked me back to our room like she always did before everything got complicated. She didn’t say much, just stayed close, her shoulder brushing mine every so often like she needed to remind herself I was real. I didn’t blame her. I kind of needed it too.

The door clicked shut behind us, sealing out the academy noise. It was quiet here, warm even, like nothing bad could reach past the threshold. It made me want to cry for a second. Like some part of me had forgotten what peace felt like.

Tat didn’t say a word. She just took my hand and pulled me toward the bed.

“I can’t stop thinking about you sleeping on the floor,” she said, her voice soft but tight with frustration. “I don’t care what reason you have, no one gets to treat you like that.”

I didn’t answer. I didn’t have the energy to argue. Or maybe I didn’t want to, not when her touch felt like a balm across my skin. She helped me out of my academy jacket, peeled the stiff fabric from my shoulders like she was undressing something fragile, something bruised.

We slid under the covers, the world narrowing down to warmth and breath and skin. I let my head rest against her shoulder, my arm slung across her waist like it was the only thing anchoring me to the present. Maybe it was.

Tat’s fingers moved slowly over my thigh, tracing the burns there with the gentlest reverence. I felt her lips follow next, soft kisses pressed along the scars like she could smooth them away just with love.

“You don’t have to do this,” I whispered.

“I want to,” she murmured, her voice thick with something deeper than lust. “I want to remind you what it feels like to be cherished.”

And, I let her.

Her mouth traveled lower, kisses turning into slow, wet licks along the inside of my thigh, her hands stroking soothing patterns across my hips and belly. I closed my eyes and breathed her in, every inch of her devotion washing over me like a tide, like she was trying to love away the rot taking root in me.

But my thoughts didn’t stop.

Even as my body trembled beneath her, even as I gasped and clenched the sheets, my mind stayed with Alara.

Not her voice. Not her fire.

Her photos.

That sketch. That moment she slipped, just for a second, and let me see something behind the cruelty.

She loved her brother.

She trusted him.

There was vulnerability in that.

I moaned softly as Tat’s tongue flicked against the sensitive skin just above my pussy, but my thoughts were already elsewhere, my focus splitting like glass. I reached down and tangled my fingers in her hair, not to stop her, never that, but to ground myself as my mind spun.

Alara’s weakness wasn’t her magic. It was her heart.

If I couldn’t break her through spells or shadows… maybe I could break her through memory.

Maybe I could understand her, just enough, just long enough, to find the cracks and pull them open from the inside.

I whimpered as Tat nipped gently at the burn on my hip, and I felt her pause like she wasn’t sure if it hurt or not. I looked at her, and she looked cute but mad. 

“I’m going to stop if you don’t get your head out of the clouds.” She said defiantly resting her head on my thigh with her mouth breathing on my pussy.

“Don’t stop,” I breathed, even though the pain mixed with the pleasure like ink in water. “I’m sorry my love. Please. Make me shake.”

I looked down at her, the woman I loved, who would burn the world for me and all I could think was: “Please don’t look too closely. Please don’t see what I’m becoming.”

Because I wasn’t just letting Alara hurt me anymore.

I was studying her. I will make her grovel at my feet. She will beg to have the honor to lick my pussy.

And gods help me, I planned to use everything she gave me.

Without realizing it my body began shaking as I reached my climax. I shook and then calmed… it wasn’t as amazing feeling this time. Must be my nerves.

“How was that, Lily?” Tat asked, crawling up my body, kissing me. I tasted myself on her lips and I really taste good. So weird. “Don’t worry about me tonight, I just want to make you feel good.”

“Thanks, Tat. I love you.” I kissed her once more and gave her a grateful smile.

Tat curled up behind me afterward, her arms wrapping around my waist like a shield, her breath warm on the back of my neck. The room was quiet except for the rustling of blankets and the gentle hum of night magic beyond the window, whatever enchantments the academy used to keep things from freezing or catching fire while we slept.

She didn’t say anything else. Didn’t ask what was going on inside my head. Maybe she knew if she did, I’d lie. Or worse, tell the truth.

I let her hold me until her breathing slowed and deepened, her grip going slack as she drifted into sleep. And still, I couldn’t close my eyes.

I stared at the ceiling, the faint shimmer of runes barely visible in the wood grain above us. I could still taste her kisses on my thighs, still feeling the warmth where her fingers lingered. But it wasn’t enough to quiet my thoughts.

Alara wasn’t a monster.

She was a girl raised in fire, taught to conquer or be sold off like some jewel-encrusted trinket. Trained to be a weapon, unless everyone else died first. I hated her. I did. But now… I wanted to understand her, too. Not for sympathy. For strategy.

If I couldn’t touch her with magic, maybe I could touch something else. Her fear. Her memories. Her heart, if it hadn’t shriveled up completely.

And if I could if I found that one weak spot, maybe I’d have a chance.

Maybe I wouldn’t lose again.

Eventually, exhaustion won out, and my thoughts faded into black.

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The morning came too fast, sunlight slicing through the curtains like a knife. My body ached like I’d been run over by a stampede of wild boars, but I forced myself up.

Tat stirred beside me, blinking sleep from her eyes. “Already?”

“Yeah,” I mumbled, sliding out of bed and dragging on my uniform. “Class starts in an hour.”

She groaned and flopped back against the pillow. “Five more minutes.”

“You say that, but I know you’ll be dressed and perfect before I even find my other sock.”

Sure enough, by the time I’d finished brushing my hair into a barely-passable braid, Tatiana was already dressed, glowing like a goddess with her hair twisted back in some effortlessly elegant braid and not a wrinkle on her clothes. I tried not to be jealous. I failed.

She stepped behind me and straightened my collar, fingers lingering at my neck a second longer than necessary. “I’ll walk you to Morrigan’s,” she said, not asking.

I nodded.

The halls were buzzing with students again, the air full of morning magic and gossip. Whispers followed me like shadows. I didn’t need to listen to know what they were saying. Alara’s little servant. The girl who lost. The one without an Affinity. Dark magic.

Whatever. Let them talk.

Tat walked beside me, her presence like armor. She didn’t glare at anyone or say anything just being there was enough to keep the worst of it away.

When we reached the classroom, the tension inside was already thick enough to choke on. Students were filing in, most of them shooting glances my way. Seraphina gave me a nod from her seat, eyes glinting behind her glasses like she wanted to quiz me on everything that happened. Jessica glanced at me too, then quickly looked away, guilt written all over her face.

And then there was Alara.

Seated like royalty in the corner, one leg crossed over the other, fire flickering idly between her fingers. Her eyes met mine. She didn’t smirk. Didn’t say a word.

Just stared.

I stared back.

Professor Morrigan didn’t start class with her usual bite. No cigarette hanging off her lips today either. Just a sharp gleam in her eyes as she stepped to the center of the room and let the silence hang until even the most talkative students went stiff.

“I suppose you all are wondering why I haven’t flunked half of you out by now,” she said, folding her arms. “The answer is simple. I don’t get to decide your futures. They do.”

With a flick of her wrist, a spell circle lit up on the ceiling. Golden script poured down from it like rain and formed a long glowing scroll in the air, names and words I didn’t recognize scribbling themselves out in real time.

“These,” she continued, “are your internship offers. The scouts you saw last week weren’t just here for show. They were representatives from guilds, companies, and military organizations across the kingdom. After watching your duels, they spoke with their sponsors. And now they’ve sent in official requests.”

She let that sit for a second before continuing.

“If you choose to accept an offer, you’ll stop being a student here in the traditional sense. You’ll still be enrolled, technically, but you’ll spend the rest of your academic career training under whoever chose you. That means working for them, living under them, and yes, obeying them. Think of it like an apprenticeship. At the end, if your master deems you worthy, you’ll graduate early. Diploma in hand, job in pocket. If not… well, you’re not expelled, just stuck with your normal studies here.”

She turned, her eyes sweeping the room.

“You can decline, of course. But let’s not kid ourselves, opportunities like these don’t come around twice.”

And with that, she began to read off names.

“Cassian Dunewood—two offers. Arcanum Gale, Institute of Elemental Balance.”

“Veron Raventhorne—Crystalflood Temple, Wavebinder’s Guild.”

“Jessica Emerald—Dwarven Artificer’s Fellowship. Flamewatch”

“Seraphina Skye—Earthshaker Society, Grand Seers Council, Silverroot Archive.”

“Idris Valora—Royal Guard, Phoenixborn Legion, Flamewatch, Luminant Council, Apex Infernos, Magi Candidate.”

She paused a little on that last one. I saw Idris smirk like a smug bastard.

“Alara Valora—Royal Guard, Warflame Pact, Sunspire Inquisition, Crimson Court, Sovereign Flamewatch… and Magi Candidate.”

The room buzzed. Of course she got Magi Candidate as well. Golden girl of the school, descendant of magies, and already capable of fire that could turn people into ash.

And then…

“Lily Meslini,” Morrigan said.

I clenched the side of my desk. Here it comes.

“One offer.”

A few chuckles. Someone coughed something that sounded suspiciously like the maid’s guild and got shushed. I could see a smirk on Alara’s face that enraged me.

Morrigan didn’t flinch. “Magi Candidate.”

The room went still. Even the scroll seemed to freeze mid-glow probably my nerves.

Alara’s neck turned slowly, her stare locking onto mine like I’d just stolen her birthright. Her jaw clenched. Her fire flared literally. Sparks danced across her shoulders before she tamped it down.

And me? I just blinked. I didn’t know what to think. Magi Candidate? I’d heard whispers that some students spent their whole lives trying to get noticed by them and never did. And now they wanted me?

What the hell for? Maybe they know who I am?

The list finished, but I didn’t hear the rest. Not until I felt Tat squeeze my hand under the table.

“I got two,” she whispered when class finally broke. “Royal Guard… and Obsidian Order.”

I blinked. “That wizard guild that’s famous for being demon slayers?”

“Yeah,” she said, eyes wide. “They’re big. They’ve got masters of every affinity. They must’ve seen something they liked.”

“They saw you wipe the floor with two people and hold your own against a literal prince,” I said, smiling. “What’s not to like?”

We didn’t say anything for a moment. Just let the weight of it settle.

Then she stood, shouldering her bag. “C’mon. Lets go train?”

“Yeah,” I said, still stunned. “Let’s go burn off the stares.”

After the internship letters, Tat and I spent the next couple hours in the training hall throwing spells at each other and talking through what it all meant. We didn’t need to say it out loud, we both knew these offers were life-changing. That the choices we made here would shape everything that came next.

Tat was bouncing between excitement and nerves, pacing back and forth as she told me how she was leaning toward Obsidian, the adventurers’ guild known for scouting elite spellcasters. They’d sent her an offer within minutes of the duel, apparently impressed by her control over all four affinities. I wasn’t surprised. Tat could’ve joined any guild she wanted. The royal guard had sent a formal request too, which was apparently super rare. But she said Obsidian felt like the right kind of challenge.

I had one offer. Just one. But it was from Magi Candidate. The Magi Candidate. A guild so secretive and selective that most years they didn’t even pick anyone. The professor said they only chose mages they believed could ascend past the limits of what magic normally allowed. She said it like a warning.

Still, it wasn’t a hard decision.

Tat and I sat down together in the training room afterward, sweaty, tired, and both grinning like fools. We promised we’d go through with it. Even if it meant spending time apart. Even if it meant different dorms, different teachers, different cities.

“We’ll be together forever,” she said, brushing my hair out of my eyes, her voice soft. “No matter where we go.”

I kissed her. That was answer enough.

—

Back in Alara’s dorm, I was wiping down the fireplace as fast as I could, hoping I could finish before she came back. I didn’t want to see her today. Not after the announcements. Not when my magic still didn’t work on her.

But of course, the door opened. Cold air followed her in like a storm cloud. It was freezing in here. Unnaturally cold. I glanced up as she walked in and sat down on her bed, saying nothing, arms crossed, her whole posture unreadable.

I kept working, hoping she’d ignore me.

Eventually, her voice broke the silence. “Good. At least my pet will be with me. I was going to miss having people at my feet.”

I didn’t answer. Not because I was scared, okay, maybe a little, but because I didn’t know if she was joking or actually mourning the loss of power.

She looked at the fire I’d just stoked. “Congratulations,” she said finally, her tone clipped and awkward, like the word physically hurt coming out of her mouth.

I blinked at her. “Uh… thanks.”

“As a gift,” she said, not looking at me, “You’re dismissed for the rest of the day. And tomorrow. Maybe the next. Pack your things.”

I didn’t bother telling her I had nothing to pack.

Before I could walk out, the door opened again. Idris.

He strolled in with that arrogant, too-charming smile, the warmth from his fire magic practically melting the frost in the air.

“Sister,” he said smoothly, “Heard you’re moving up in the world. Again. And you—” his gaze flicked to me, smile softening just slightly, “congratulations. Not many get picked by them. You’re dark magic was pretty interesting.”

I muttered something resembling a thanks, not sure how to take him.

Alara rolled her eyes. “Is there a reason you’re here, Idris, or are you just here to flirt with the help?”

He ignored her jab. “I wanted to talk. Alone.”

Alara sighed. “Fine.”

She didn’t look at me when she waved me off, but I left fast anyway.

Tat’s hands were warm when they slid around my waist, grounding me the moment I stepped through the dorm door. The training, the internship offers, the swirl of everything pressing down on my shoulders, none of it mattered right now.

Just her.

She didn’t say a word. Didn’t need to. I leaned into her, my forehead resting against hers, and for a long moment we stood there in silence, wrapped in the heat of each other’s breath and the softness of shared stillness.

The lanterns In our room burned low, casting everything in gold and shadow. The blankets were still rumpled from the night before, our scent lingering faintly in the air lavender from her hair oil, smoke and strong pheromones from me, and something that was just… us.

I pulled her gently toward the bed, and she came easily, our fingers locked together like we might float away if we let go.

 I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair, feeling the silky strands slip between them like water, and kissed her in return. First her collarbone, then the hollow of her throat. I wanted to taste every inch of her until the world stopped spinning.

The sheets welcomed us like old friends. She pulled me close, our bodies fitting together with the kind of ease that only comes from nights like this quiet nights, slow nights, nights where everything else fell away.

Her skin was soft under my fingertips, warm and smooth, and her heartbeat pulsed steady against my palm where I laid it over her chest. We didn’t speak. Our breath did the talking, matching pace as her hands traced lazy shapes down my back and mine found the small of hers.

Tat’s breath hitched, and her resolve seemed to crumble under my touch. “Lily…”

I didn’t give her a chance to protest further. I leaned in, pressing my lips against hers in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. Her hands came up to grip my waist, pulling me closer, and I felt the heat of her body against mine. It was a kiss that said everything we couldn’t put into words the love, the longing, the ache of knowing this might be the last time for a while.

Her lips parted, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue tracing the contours of her mouth. Tat moaned softly, her hands moving to the hem of my uniform, tugging it upward. I broke the kiss briefly to let her pull it over my head, tossing it aside without a second thought. I was left in my bra and underwear, the cool air of the room sending a shiver down my spine.

“You’re so beautiful,” Tat whispered, her eyes roaming over my body with an intensity that made my cheeks flush.

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I teased, though my voice was thick with desire. I reached for the buttons of her uniform, undoing them one by one, revealing the lacy black bra beneath. Her breasts were full, her nipples already tight with arousal, and I couldn’t resist leaning down to take one into my mouth.

Tat gasped, her hands tangling in my hair as I suckled gently, my tongue swirling around her sensitive peak. “Lily… please…”

I smirked against her skin. “Please what? Tell me what you want.”

“You,” she breathed. “I want you. Now.”

I pulled back, my eyes locking with hers. “Then take me.”

Tat didn’t need to be told twice. She pushed me back until I was lying on the bed, her body hovering over mine. Her hands moved down my sides, tracing the curves of my waist before slipping under my underwear. I arched into her touch, moaning softly as her fingers brushed against my core. I was already wet, my body responding to her as it always did.

“So ready for me,” she murmured, her voice husky with desire.

“Always,” I replied, reaching up to pull her down for another kiss. Our lips moved in sync, our tongues tangling as her fingers slipped inside me. I gasped into her mouth, my hips bucking slightly as she began to move, her touch firm and deliberate.

“Not yet,” I whispered, pushing her hand away. “I want more.”

Tat raised an eyebrow, her dominant side shining through. “More? You’re insatiable.”

“You love this, I made it myself. Think of it as a sorry for not being into it last night.” I explained back, reaching for the drawer beside the bed. I pulled out a strap-on, the black leather harness gleaming in the dim light. “Put it on.”

Her eyes widened, but she didn’t hesitate. She sat back on her heels, quickly shedding her uniform and bra before securing the harness around her waist. The dildo was a perfect fit, the silicone smooth and lifelike. She stood there, her body confident and commanding, and I felt a surge of desire mixed with a hint of submission.

“On your hands and knees,” she ordered, her voice firm but laced with affection.

I did as she said, positioning myself on all fours at the edge of the bed. My heart was pounding, my breath coming in short gasps as I felt her hands on my hips, guiding me into place.

“Are you sure about this?” she asked, her voice gentle despite the roughness of the moment.

“Yes,” I replied without hesitation. “I want this. I want you.” Honestly I still hate the idea of dicks in me. But this is for her.

She didn’t say anything else. Instead, I felt the tip of the dildo press against my entrance, and then she thrust inside me, slow and steady. I cried out, my head falling forward as she filled me completely. It was different from her fingers, different from anything I’d ever experienced, and it sent waves of pleasure crashing through me. This was different from the dildo. Maybe because this time I want it…

“Move,” I pleaded, my voice hoarse.

Tat complied, her thrusts becoming harder, faster. The bed creaked beneath us, the rhythm of our bodies filling the room. I moaned with each stroke, my nails digging into the sheets as she hit a spot deep inside me that had me teetering on the edge of release.

“Tat… I’m close…”

“Not yet,” she growled, her hand reaching around to tease my clit. “Come for me, Lily. Let me feel you fall apart.”

Her words were my undoing. My orgasm ripped through me, a tidal wave of pleasure that left me shaking and breathless. I cried out her name, my body convulsing as she continued to thrust, milking every last drop of pleasure from me.

When I finally came down, she pulled out, collapsing beside me on the bed. We lay there in silence for a moment, our breaths slowly syncing as we stared up at the ceiling.

“That was…” I started, but I couldn’t find the words.

“I know,” Tat said, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “It’s never going to be enough, is it?”

I turned to look at her, my heart aching with the truth of her words. “No. But I promise you are my one and only true love. All the other women in my life come second to you.”

She smiled sadly, leaning in to press a soft kiss to my forehead. “Thank you, Lily. For everything.”

I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close as if I could keep her there forever. “I love you, Tat.”

“I love you too,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

We stayed like that for a while, our bodies tangled, our hearts heavy with the weight of goodbye. But even as the minutes ticked by, I knew this wasn’t the end. 

“I do believe it's your turn, missy.” I mocked bopping her nose lovingly. 

“Mmm yes, please,” she replied, unstrapping the harness still on her lower half. And passing it to me. Not before giving the head a quick lick and suck.

“Hot.” I awed, receiving the strap on and putting it on. “Now get down on your knees, bitch,” I froze at my Words. I know trash talk was a type of sex thing but we have never done that.

Tats expression shrank. “Um… did I do something wrong?”

“NO! Sorry I got to into it, I wanted to try being like a master, or you know. I want to dominate you.” I said, shaking my hands at her, trying to ease the shock of me insulting her.

“Um… I don’t mind I guess.” She slowly but eventually got on her knees and bent down and in a scene only in pornos she lay on her face and spreaded her cheeks with her hands showing me her fully exposed pink and kind of hairy pussy and ass. “Please be gentle, mistress.”

The sight was intoxicating. I was so turned on. But the hole I saw was a hole I wanted to demolish. I used some magic to add a thin layer of dampness, to her ass. Then clean it as well. Thanks, Searphina, for that handy spell. I stuck my tongue inside her tight hole and heard her moan. I started to move my tongue in a circular motion while my free hand was reaching to her pussy. I heard her moan more and I started to finger her pussy too. I was so turned on and so horny that I could feel my own pussy getting wet again too.

“Lily… oh… don’t stop… please…” she moaned.

“Are you enjoying yourself my little slave?” I asked while my finger was fingering her pussy and my tongue was licking her ass.

“Oh yes… oh my god… I love this…” she moaned.

“Do you want more?” I asked teasingly.

“Please… oh please… fuck my ass with your tongue…” she begged.

“Are you my little whore?” I asked.

“Yes… oh yes… I am your little whore… oh please…” she begged.

I stopped fingering her pussy but kept licking her ass. I wanted to tease her more. I wanted her to beg more. But I heard her begging and it turned me on so much. I had to stop myself from touching myself. I didn’t want her to know how turned on I was. I wanted to be in control.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” I said while getting up and pulling her to the edge of the bed and inserting the dildo inside of her ass. She cried out as I pushed the dildo in and out of her ass. I could see her muscles squeezing it, and I knew she was enjoying it.

“Lily… I’m so close…” she cried out.

“I know… come for me…” I moaned and fingered her pussy again.

“Oh… oh… Lily… I’m coming…” she screamed as I kept fucking her with my dildo. I could hear her screaming and crying and begging for more. She was so beautiful and so sexy when she came. I kept fucking her ass until she was done. I pulled out the dildo and saw some shit on it mixed with the water dripping from her ass. It was kinda sexy mostly gross, glad its not my real dick. R.I.P buddy.

I pulled her up and turned her around. I kissed her and licked her lips. “That was amazing,” she moaned.

“I know,” I agreed and smiled. “You are so sexy when you beg,” I teased and licked her earlobe.

“I know,” she replied and smiled.

I unstrapped the dildo and tossed it aside. Then, I pushed her back onto the bed and climbed on top of her. I kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. Then, I started kissing her neck, nibbling and sucking on her soft skin. She moaned and arched her back, pushing her breasts against me. I kissed down her chest, taking one nipple into my mouth and then the other. She moaned and grabbed my hair, pulling me closer.

I continued kissing down her stomach, stopping at her hips. I kissed and licked her skin, making my way down to her pussy. She was already wet, and I could smell her arousal. I licked her clit, and she moaned, her legs trembling.

I inserted a finger inside her, feeling how tight she was. She gasped and moaned. “Fuck… that feels so good…”

I fingered her slowly, teasing her. She arched her back and grabbed the sheets, moaning loudly. I added another finger, and she cried out. “Oh… oh god… yes…”

I fingered her faster, my tongue still licking her clit. She was close, and I could tell by the way her legs were trembling and her breathing was getting faster. “I’m gonna… oh… I’m gonna…”

I fingered her harder, my tongue licking her clit faster. She screamed and came, her legs shaking and her body convulsing. I kept licking her clit and fingering her until she was done.

As she was coming down from her orgasm, I interlocked our legs and started scissoring with her. “Fuck me… please… oh my god…”

I did as she asked and started scissoring harder, making her moan and scream. I could feel how close she was. “I’m gonna cum again… oh fuck…” she said through ragged breaths.

“Me too,” I moaned and started scissoring faster.

I felt my orgasm building up, and I knew I was close. “Oh fuck… I’m gonna cum…”

“Cum with me,” she begged and screamed as she came again.

I felt my own orgasm, and I came hard, my legs shaking and my body convulsing. We both lay there, panting and covered in sweat. “Holy shit… that was intense,” I said through heavy breaths.

“Yeah… that was so good,” she agreed, still trying to catch her breath.

I collapsed next to her, exhausted but satisfied. We both lay there for a few minutes, catching our breath and enjoying the afterglow. “That was the best sex we’ve ever had,” I said, smiling and kissing her cheek.

“Yeah,” she agreed, catching her breath, and rolling over to look at me. “I love you,” she said, smiling.

“I love you, too,” I replied and hugged her tightly. We lay there for a while longer, enjoying each other’s company and the warmth of our bodies.

After a while, I broke the silence. “So, what’s next?” I asked, looking into her eyes.

“I don’t know,” she replied, looking back at me. “But whatever it is, I know we’ll face it together.”

I smiled, “I meant position, silly.”

“Fuck. You’re a monster, Lily.”

“I know. I’m your monster.”